Chapter 2

Friday Frenzy had spawned a monster. The newcomer, Thuy, was insatiable and unbeatable in the Friday Frenzy sexfight competition, and the variety of her victory fucks on the loser was seemingly endless. No matter how hard my other female Asian staff tried and believe me, they tried very hard with the incentives I promised if they did not submit to the undefeated Thuy, they came up short.

They say the weak are drawn to the reflected power from a strong person and I must say I felt 10 feet tall as I fucked Thuy in front of the others after yet another of her victories. It was just a small step for her to move in with me in my apartment and become a partner in my accounting firm.

It was therefore normal for her to accompany me to the annual Vietnamese Small Business Awards Dinner Dance in the Melbourne suburb of Richmond. I was attending because my Accounting business had a large % of Vietnamese customers. Being a Vietnamese occasion the women were dressed in long gowns like movie stars on the red carpet. On second thoughts, make that porn stars on their red carpet.

But I was not enjoying it knowing Nguyet was about to receive an award: Best Vietnamese Small Business. Nguyet was 32, a strikingly attractive, long-haired 5 ft 4 32B 24 32 bodied Vietnamese woman whom I had selected, trained, paid for her Accounting degree and employed. And who betrayed me by leaving my Accounting business taking with her most of my Vietnamese customers and nearly forcing me out of business.

Dressed in a gown reminiscent of 2019 Kim Kardashian in vintage Thierry Mugler, she gloated as she leaned forward to speak to me. An onlooker from a distance seeing her smiling face would have been given the impression of a friendly conversation with her ex-boss. But the mocking words were different. “Too old, has been”, etc. and the repeated threat that her new branch 2 doors from mine was established there solely to put me out of business. She finished with a few vicious, derogatory, bitchy remarks unfavourably comparing Thuy to herself. And because she was prodding me for an unfavourable public reaction to her apparent friendliness I just had to keep smiling as I accepted her insults.

Nguyet turned to leave and return to her table, but as she paraded off with all eyes on her, the star of the night, a ripping sound was heard, then Nguyet’s screech and then the crowd’s murmurings and laughter. Thuy had put her shoe on Nguyet’s long dress and as she strutted away, Nguyet and her torn dress parted company and what caused the crowds chattering and mirth was revealed. Nguyet was wearing a body shaper under her dress to keep that little pot belly flat, her butt tight and her thighs shapely. Indefensible to the other Vietnamese woman there who prided themselves on displaying their natural body.

Nguyet fled from the ballroom amid derision and 20 minutes later Thuy had phoned her and challenged her while Nguyet was still white hot with anger. It was to be a traditional Hue sexfight with the loser to close up business in Richmond. Hue is the old capital of Vietnam roughly halfway between Hanoi in the north and Saigon in the south, and a Hue sexfight involves physical force and wrestling as long as the face is not touched. Most Vietnamese value their looks too much to risk the bruises from a Hue sexfight and concentrate on pure sexfights or man-pleasing competitions.

In a traditional Hue sexfight the 2 opponents hold hands and knee or kick until one drops to the floor where the contest then continues with both using force to incapacitate and control the other so she can be made to cum and lose.

Both stripped to their underwear. For Nguyet, it was a designer red thong and matching lacy bra while Thuy had a transparent black set. Their eyes were already locked in combat. Maybe I was biased by Nguyet’s treatment of me and what Thuy had shown in my office, but Thuy’s body looked better and my eyes told her.

“I’ll make you pay for ripping my dress tonight” Nguyet hissed. “You will always know you made Greg end his business by losing to me tonight.” She was confident as she was a gym junky, and fit and strong.

“Your talk is like your belly, full of gas”, Thuy responded. “Are you fighting or talking?”

Nguyet, who like Thuy, was from Hue extended her right hand out, Thuy knowing the ritual, extended out her own right hand and they gripped each other in an interlocking grip. They shifted, feinted and moved for position before Nguyet lashed out her right foot and landed a hard kick into the thigh of Thuy, causing a red mark. Thuy quickly returned the kick, but only caught Nguyet a glancing blow on her thigh. Using their hand grip, they tried to pull each other off balance as they manoeuvered and delivered their kicks. But both were able to move and deflect the blow with their arm or step or turn inside it enough so it glanced off.

However, after about 3 minutes of skirmishing Nguyet landed a solid blow with a meaty thud direct into the smaller Thuy’s thigh causing her to buckle, stumble and almost fall.

Although she remained upright Thuy was left unbalanced and exposed facing at a right angle to Nguyet and with the front of her body open to a roundhouse kick. Still holding the interlocked hand grip Nguyet smiled and went for the kill with a brutal kick. However, she shifted her weight too early giving Thuy warning of her attack, and despite the pain surging through her thigh Thuy pivoted on the balls of her feet and moved forward as Nguyet brought up her right foot and swung it a roundhouse motion trying to land a finishing cunt blow. Thuy grimaced as she leant into the kick turning her body in time as Nguyet landed her strike. A painful but not finishing blow that thudded high on Thuy’s hip and whose momentum carried Nguyet’s foot and leg over Thuy’s pelvis and up her side.

Knowing she had Nguyet in an over-committed and vulnerable position Thuy grabbed Nguyet’s leg, spun on her planted left foot and swung up her right knee and delivered a short hard precise blow to Nguyet’s red thong-covered cunt. The force of the blow staggered Nguyet, but Thuy maintained her hand grip preventing Nguyet from falling to her knees. Then before Nguyet could recover, Thuy cocked her leg and delivered a brutal knee to her rival’s belly followed by another knee to her cunt.

“Eeighhhhhhhhhhh”, “Noooooooooooooo.”

The force lifted Nguyet off her feet but this time Thuy let Nguyet drop to her knees in front of her. Nguyet was stunned and hurt by the double blow and leant forward on her hands and knees gasping deeply and holding her throbbing sex.

Thuy spun around behind her rival and dropped to her knees behind her. She reached out gripped Nguyet around her waist and leant tight against her back. Then she launched herself backwards flipping herself and Nguyet backwards, landing on her back with Nguyet on top. Then she wrapped her legs up and over Nguyet’s and laced her legs inside of her opponent’s and grapevine locked her opponent’s legs, spreading them open.

With her arms still around Nguyet’s waist, she slid her left hand up Nguyet’s belly to her tits, forcing the dark nippled mounds out of the bra and then gripping one of Nguyet’s exposed nipple tips between her thumb and finger and squeezed. Nguyet flinched and moaned as Thuy went to town arousing her teat. She raised her arms to pull Nguyet’s hand upright allowing Thuy to slide her right arm between Nguyet’s right arm and neck in a straight arm half nelson and grab her left wrist.

Nguyet was trapped. One arm imprisoned pointing at the ceiling and the other held at the wrist while her legs were forced apart by Thuy’s. Thuy’s left hand moved down to Nguyet’s cunt and began to grope and rub her rival’s slit outline embossed against her red thong.

Thuy worked feverishly and Nguyet’s slit responded with her thick lips parting and her juices soaking into her thong. The writhing but trapped Nguyet was moaning loudly and not able to offer any resistance as Thuy reached into the thong and spread her wet slit and worked on her clit, using her thumb and finger to stroke and rub it. As her opponent collapsed weakly against her, Thuy sensing victory rolled off her. Then Thuy stood up and while looking down at her rival, planted her foot in Nguyet’s guts to keep her on her back, bent and ripped the flimsy red thong from Nguyet.